Why I don't eat fish...

Having got over robo-crabs, I wandered over to have a look at some crates of live fish at the side of the road and had a bit of a surprise when I saw these beauties... and they were moving about. Absolutely no idea what they are called over here, but am open to any suggestions anyone might have?!

Stu and I hit our local nightlife on Friday night in Gangnam Gu, and discoved a heady mix of glamourous cocktails and complete nerds, one of which is my new best friend... and going back to fish, I was delighted when they brought us a complementary snack of strips of dried fish which they then set fire to. The result was something that was crispy as you put it in your mouth, but as it got wet would get more like salty, fishy strips of rubber. Incredibly effective method of getting you to down your cocktail.


Comedy work moment of the week: having an off the record work chat with Duck Ki the manager out here in a small, windowless office and being plunged into complete darkness with "I want to break free" blaring out from nowhere due to the policy of trying to get people out of the office at 6pm on a Friday by making it impossible to keep working! Brilliant policy!

I should tell them that if they simply build an overcrowded, overpriced bar with not enough seating and call it the North Star it will be far more effective at emptying the office on a Friday night.